The walk around the car took forever. I was so fucking scared. Dont mess this up Tom. Dont fuck this up Tom. Dont fuck it up Tom. Tom, you fucker. I o...ened the front door, sat in the seat, and closed the door, clicking the seatbelt. Do you smoke cigs? Tom, you mother fucking fucker. You fucked up already. Uhh, no. It was Greg. New Greg. Aww, Greg! Greggggy. Hmm. Yeah. Him. I said. What? Gregs a good guy. She replied. I mean, I guess he was. Girls seem to enjoy his presence. Did you try the cig?. ..oh...ohyes...nice, very nice...sensitive too.' 'Leave me alone you bitc ...Naaaah! ' Jenny's furiousresponse ended in a scream of pain as the young woman used her fingers andthumbs like two pairs of pincers; squeezing the out-thrust nipples viciously. 'No names...it'll only make it worse,' she hissed. The fingers tightenedagain, this time twisting as well so Jenny gasped and bucked at the fresh,stabbing pains. 'Do you understand me...you terrorist slut!' 'Y-yes.' The fingers released their. "Well, that was a bit of action," a breathless Dolly opined."That it was I agreed, and noticed that Dolly and I had been surrounded by a group of youthful costermongers and their wives, who have come here for a lark, just as they frequent the penny gaff, or crowd the gallery in the Victoria."Please give me a penny," says a girl of about fourteen, and I find myself in handing the young heathen a penny after getting her to agree not to tell any of the others I'd done so. Dolly and I move on. It felt so good and I was officially a slut wife. The next thing I knew the salesman pulled out, spun me around and pushed me hard to my knees. "Open your mouth you fucking slut." I did and he proceeded to blast a giant load of cum in my mouth and all over my face. It just kept squirting out in long full streams. I was soaked and felt so slutty and nasty but was also in complete ecstasy. He told me how good a fuck I was and said he was going back to bed. He turned to go back in and I was still.